We had just gotten home and she was sitting on the bed, still wearing that damn dress. I had kept my composure at the game but I had been silently fuming. My anger had been all bottled up for hours with no release.
"I noticed you were pretty quiet at the game. Is anything wrong?" she asked, innocently.
"Nope."
"I can tell. You're mad about something. What is it?"
"No, it's nothing."
"Don't bottle it up. Tell me."
"Seriously? You're gonna pretend you don't know?"
"Know what?" She really was going to pretend she had no idea.
"Know what you did at the fucking tailgate!"
"What I did? Why are you yelling? I didn't drink that much . . . "
"Jesus Christ! Stop playing dumb! I told you not to wear that dress!"
"This dress? People liked this dress. I got compliments-"
"Did you get compliments on your panties too?!"
"My panties? Oh, because of the wind? It really wasn't that bad. I made sure to-"
"Yes, your pink fucking thong! Every guy there saw that thong!" I grabbed her and pushed her face down on the bed. I yanked her dress up exposing the thong in question. "This. Fucking. Thong." I spanked her ass after each word. "This" SPANK "Fucking SPANK "Thong" SPANK.
Her response told me she was enjoying this. She moaned louder on every slap. As she sat back up, she had that look in her eyes. The same look from the day of the missed flight.
"Goddammit! I knew this was going to happen! The sad thing is. . . The sad thing is I think you liked it!"
"Liked what?"
"I think you liked every guy there drooling over you every time you flashed them with these cute little panties." She was sitting on the bed again. As I said the final three words, I reach down and grabbed the front of her panties, much harder than I intended. She moaned again. I could feel her wetness clearly through them.
"No. . . I didn't-"
"Don't lie! Yes, you did! There's only one thing saving you right now! Only one reason why you're not sleeping alone tonight!"
She looked up, bashfully. "Why?"
"Because while all those guys were checking you out. All of them looking at you and fantasizing about you. And, yes, some of them probably getting hard as they watched you. . . As all of them watched you, I could feel confident in one thing."
"What's that, honey?"
"That I was going to be the only one fucking you tonight. So get on your knees."
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Drives Me Crazy (erotica)
Teen FictionA quiet boy suspects that his girlfriend makes him mad on purpose. She has hinted that she would enjoy some Fifty Shades style fun in the bedroom but he has always been too shy. After once again making him mad, she may get more than she bargained...
